Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
X-102,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.